I'll stop day, or I'll die some day.. I'd rather take control somehow.. having difficulty expressing my personal desires to that which bore me. I am yours. I am not what you had wished for. I will disappoint you in my decisions. I will disappoint you in my death. You will keep thinking I have wasted all of which you gave me. I will keep singing: I ( Read more... )

at any moment I could command the world to oppress me, and perhaps gladly the summer would heat up. it would melt me. I would seep into the nearest crack, while others cover themselves in wax, there is no room for me in their fallen egos, destructive hearts, miserable bodies. I just want someone who isn't trying to fill their own cracks, who says ( Read more... )

he doesnt realize what hes doing ( Read more... )

to shield this brightness, and cover up the environment of things scattered, overflowing, cluttering up ( Read more... )

the feeling of my chest,
of lightness and instability
fading into general fatigue

and a gradual rush of feeling ( Read more... )

people always think that the best question to ask God is why are we here?
and i never much though of my answer, other than just some bullshit
but all things considered..

we are made in his image
and
maybe he wanted to see..
what he would be like without knowing everything
without having all that power
without being Godand that is what humans are ( Read more... )

am i not surprised
am i not dissapointed

im in a strange mood.
i dont want to be home
why am i home so fucking early
in the afternoon

you failed
to explain that
ahead of time.

I think I'll make it a tradition to just be a great big party poop on christmas. Last year people complained about me being ungrateful, so I'll just be ungrateful again ( Read more... )

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